The Last Day of School

The Last Day of School

A bustling, well-tarred road divides the educational potential of Kasipatti town by gender. On one side lies the Kasipatti Boys’ Senior Secondary School. On the…

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Longing for the Rain: Remembering the Cherrapunjee Summers

Longing for the Rain

Sohra or Cherrapunjee—which we still fondly call the wettest place on earth—is my birthplace, where my ancestral home is, and though only tenants live in…

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Dear June – Come in…

Dear June – Come in…

Dear March June – Come in… With apologies to Ms. Dickinson Dear June – Don’t stand at the doorDo come in. You are always welcome,Unlike…

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June Jazz & 8 years of TBR

June Jazz & 8 years of TBR

We are proud to present the June Jazz Summer issue of The Bangalore Review as we celebrate the completion of 8 years of the magazine….

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The Threshold Perspective

The Threshold Perspective

Playwright-poet Ashutosh Potdar’s questioning approach towards traditions and modernity gives his writing a nuanced and layered approach. We talk to him to know more about his thought process.

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A Summer Holiday

A Summer Holiday

Five glasses of lemon squash are placed in front of us. Mummy has taught me to never be the first one to reach out for…

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Victory Colony, 1950 by Bhaswati Ghosh

Book Review

Bhaswati Ghosh’s Victory Colony, 1950, is a portrait of resilience and a testament to humanity. The novel set in eastern India in the aftermath of the partition…

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That Year, This Time (A Summer Yarn)

That Year, This Time (A Summer Yarn)

“I’m coming in a minute. Hold the door for me, won’t you, Robi!” Madhura yelled from somewhere deep inside the house. Robi, her son, was…

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Be my Home

Be my Home

December came like a thiefin a black robe,at a fated hour while the Gods slept,and devoured my Dad. January cut me into shards,broke my limbs,crushed…

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Elements of a Memory: A Phenomenology of Summers near the Sea

Elements of a Memory

Long before air-conditioners were bought for our house in the coastal town of Puri, the dominant white noise during summers was that of the ceiling…

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Parched

Parched

I stare out over the skyline of Mumbai. My nostrils flare as I inhale the scent of rain on the wind. Tiny droplets of sweat…

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